Child of Anger

I'm no longer angry the way I was. But not for lack of trying. It isn't something I wished to jettison. I had no urge to forgive, certainly not one to forget. And it isn't gone now. It just isn't what it was. It is sharper, more defined, more focused. It knows exactly what it wants and it takes it. I would even say that it has a mind of its own. Which I think, perhaps, is a good thing. That I no longer have to concern myself with my own anger, that it takes care of itself. I've raised it into a strong and knowledgable entity. It is my child, and I love it. I see a lot of myself in my anger.